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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Officer Katjana Jordan knew she wanted to be a cop from the time she was a teenager. Nothing made her life more complete than putting on her uniform and heading in to her shift each day. Until she met Detective Patrick Rivers and Detective Brian O'Leary, two of New York's finest in more ways than one. Handsome and drop-dead sexy, they gave her an offer that she would be foolish to refuse. They would be her trainers so she could take her detective exams and earn her gold shield. Both men had one more thing to offer--themselves and a relationship built for three. Kata was attracted to them both and found herself saying yes to a fantasy only few would dare to. In their arms she found passion that ignited her mind body and soul, and her world seemed like it was taking off in leaps and bounds. It only takes one little bump in the road to derail things. It came when she least expected it, and left her doubting the two men in her life. Will Kata end up losing the cops she was falling for and her career as well?
eBook Publisher: Amira Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [104 KB]
Words: 23877
Reading time: 68-95 min.

She couldn't help thinking about what they said as they ate and discussed the case file they gave her. She was so full that she opted out of dessert and just had an Irish coffee that she sipped while they went over procedures for her to work on the third floor. They had cleared it with brass, and she could pick up her packet from the sergeant at roll call Monday morning. Patrick was right: she saw the truth in his eyes when he said they wouldn't hold it against her if she chose not to be part of their threesome. In fact they didn't bring it up again, even as they paid the check and walked into the cold night.

"Don't take the subway; we came by car, so we'll drive you home." Brian said. "It's too damn cold to be walking."

"Ok sure," Kata shrugged and followed them to the car that was parked on the corner.

It was a sleek Mustang--one of the newest models--and it was midnight blue. If you ever wanted to call a car sexy, this would be it. She would love to own something like this, but on a cop's salary it was virtually impossible. That combined with parking in New York being such a hassle and storage fees for the vehicle would be outrageous. She knew it was better to dream rather than buy anything like it.

"Wow, this is some car. Is it yours?" she asked Patrick.

"No, it's his," Patrick replied.

Brian pressed the button on the keys and unlocked the door before teasing. "You don't think I could own this baby?"

"I pictured you as more of a big SUV type of guy--it suits your personality--but, hey, I don't mind being wrong," Kata replied and slid into the backseat.

Both men got in easily, and Brian started the car. Patrick turned in his seat and winked at her. "I own the Navigator."

Kata laughed out loud as the car pulled away from the curb.

From Mollohan's to her house was almost forty-five minutes by car. If she'd taken the subway she would have been home by now but every block of the city had a street signal, and on a Saturday night the city was packed. Which meant that even though the light was green, if a group of people were crossing the street, it was another wait--and you might miss the light completely.

"I should get out and give them all a ticket for jaywalking," Brian grumbled.

"This is New York; it's lively and fun," Kata said from the backseat and her heart warmed just thinking about the city the loved. "Look at them all. It's cold as hell out there, and they're still outside. Tourists are still in Times Square or in Rockefeller Center. This is the best place on Earth."

"You should be one of those people on the 'We Love New York' ads," Patrick chuckled.

"I don't think I could live anywhere else, but no ads for me. I love my job and the city I protect," she said simply.

"Is that why you wanted to be a cop?" Brian asked as he drove.

"That and because I grew up in a part of Brooklyn that had a lot of crime," Kata answered. "My dad was mugged and killed on his way home when I was sixteen. They did it for fifty bucks, a watch, and a joyride in his work truck. I watched my mother lose a part of herself, and I vowed I would bring people like that to justice."

"Did they ever catch who killed your father," Patrick asked.

"Yeah, they did. At the trial these two kids turned to us and said we're sorry, and that was it, with a little smirk. The other one said he was fine in prison, because the rest of his crew was there." She gave a cynical chuckle. "I knew that some people didn't have redemption in them; some are just evil and cruel and thrive on pain. I'll put all my time, effort, and strength into being a cop to put people like that behind bars."

"Good for you, Katajna, good for you," Patrick said.

She heard the pride in his voice, and when she met Brian's gaze in the rearview mirror she saw it in his eyes, too. They understood her, and she felt she could trust them. It was a kind of mutual understanding that she found with very few people in her life. She wasn't the hanging-out type, and she didn't go clubbing with girlfriends. She always knew while she was at school and in college what she was working toward. Her criminal justice degree helped her understand and become a better cop when she joined the force. Many didn't understand her driving need, but they did. Brian parked the car in front of her building. She got out of the car, and both men did as well.

"We'll walk you up and make sure you get in okay," Brian said.

She laughed. "Everyone in this neighborhood knows I'm a cop, so no one would mess with me."

"Still, for chivalry's sake, we'll walk you up," Patrick's voice was mild but teasing. "Even though you are a big, bad cop and all."

"I'll let you guys be the big, bad protectors for now, but remember I can still kick your asses," she teased back.

"You can try," Brian laughed. "I think wrestling with you might be more arousing than anything else."

That heat that was lurking beneath the surface and that she was trying to pretend wasn't there came back to the surface in a rush. His words elicited all kinds of salacious thoughts in her head and caused her sex to throb between her legs. They took the stairs easily, and her apartment on the third floor came into view. She opened the door and ushered them inside, making a decision as they walked through the door.

"Kiss me," she said to Patrick.

He raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Excuse me?"

She put her hand on her hips and gave them both a pointed look. "Don't play coy with me; you guys basically told me you want me to be the chocolate creme between your cookies, and now it's looming like a giant pink elephant among us. I figure if it happens, it happens. But before it does, both of you are going to kiss me until my socks melt in my boots. We'll get that initial rush out of the way, and then we can focus on work until such time we decide to . . . well, you know."

"I don't think it will do anything but heighten our need for you," Brian said. "But we don't mind trying it your way."

She rubbed her hand on her jeans. "Okay, so who's first?"

Patrick stepped closer. "You said my name, so I think I'll take that honor."

He slid his hand around her waist and jerked her to him. She gasped at the touch of his body against hers. Without waiting his mouth touched hers, and his kiss was fierce and deep and it wrung a moan from deep within her.

"Oh, damn." She heard Brian say the words, and desire laced his voice. Knowing he was watching her and Patrick kiss was such an utter turn-on that she felt wetness pool between her thighs. Two quick steps and Patrick had her pressed against the door. He was so big and tall, and she could feel the muscles of his shoulders flex under her hands. Lord, the man can kiss. He wrenched his mouth away, and they were both breathing hard.

"My turn," Brian said.

Before she could move, Brian took up where Patrick left off. His taste was completely different than his friend's--but just as potent. His scent surrounded her while his tongue played in her mouth. He grabbed her hips, and a low groan escaped her lips as he rubbed against her. She could feel his hardness and ached to feel more. Kata let common sense prevail even though she could see herself naked in bed with these two handsome cops. He lifted his head and nipped her lips gently.